Date: Tue, 2 Mar 1999 14:31:58 EST
From: Purpride98@aol.com
Subject: Appreciated
I am a 34-year-old married mother of two who started reading erotic story
sites on the Internet when I was just "wandering around one night," bored and
lonely while the kids slept and my husband worked late or worked out of town.
I started reading the lesbian stories out of curiosity and the next thing you
know I was fantasizing about women, thinking I might have bisexual tendencies
and masturbating myself to sleep with my new fantasies of other women.
This all happened about the same time I started working out at a gym trying
to lose some of the baby fat I put on from two pregnancies. I am 40dd (all
natural breasts), but don't be too impressed, because I'm pretty "full
figured" in the hips and but as well. I'm not fat, but I do have that extra
that many women put on when they have babies and stay home.
I started my program by doing aerobics and light weights, and after about
three weeks I kept noticing that this young woman was there just about every
time I was. I didn't really pay any attention until I started noticing her
staring at me, especially in the mirror of the aerobics room. She was
everything I was not -- young (20), strikingly pretty, and very thin and
petite. She looked like a cheerleader, with natural blond hair and blue eyes
and the cutest little figure. She wore these cute little workout outfits with
the thong leotards over her shorts, while I wore bagging shirts and baggy
shorts that covered my extra "curves."
Over the next couple of weeks, I found myself wondering if she really was
staring at me or if it was just my imagination, and I started keeping an eye
on her around the gym. Eventually, I realize she was keeping a close eye on
me, too, but I figured she was just being thankful that she had her perfect
little body, and not mine. But the more I watched her, the more I wondered,
and the more I started to fantasize about her at night. I started imaging what
it would like to see her nude and touch her sweet little body. I had never
even touched a woman in that way before, but I was starting to think about it
more and more as I touched myself at night. The more I fantasized about this,
the more erotic stories I read and the more time I spent reading about women
making love with other women.
She made a daily habit of showering and changing in the lockerroom, while I
always went straight home. I was too embarrassed to change in front of all
those women, but one day I had several errands to take care of and I really
needed a workout, so I decided to just make the best of it by going to my
workout after my errands. My kids were at my moms, so I decided to just take
my time and wait until the end of the evening when no one else would be there.
Wouldn't you know it? She was there that evening, and she came in about two
minutes after me. I had hoped to avoid seeing her in the lockerroom, both
because I was too scared to show my body and too afraid I might not be able to
avoid staring at her. But I went on with my workout, noticing that as women
left one by one, we were the only two left. I was exhausted waiting for her to
leave, and I finally had to just give up and head to the lockerroom, which I
found to be empty.
I was sitting in front of my locker when I started to undress. Facing my
locker, away from the door, I slipped my T-shirt over my head and started
slipping my huge sweaty sports bra over my breasts when all of a sudden she
walked in. I almost died, because there I was trying to get my sweaty bra off
over my head, with my huge breasts just bouncing out all over the place.
She walked directly to a spot just two lockers away, and as I turned away
from her in my embarrassment, she smiled and said, 'don't worry, we're all
just girls in here. We've all got the same things."
Then she stopped, looked down at her own chest, then looked toward my hanging
breasts and said, "although some of us have a lot more than others."
She was practically staring at my breasts, and I felt my huge nipples getting
hard as I muttered something like, "well, being big busted isn't everything.
Some of us would like to be petite and cute and pretty, like you."
She smiled and sort of blushed and said, "Thanks, that's sweet, but I really
wish I had a better body."
"A better body?" I said. "You've got a perfect body."
"Perfect," she said. "I feel like a little boy. My chest is flat and my butt
is tiny. I can't fill out a shirt or a pair of jeans."
"I bet you've got more guys than you know what to do with," I said.
"No, not really," she said. "Besides, boys are a pain. Who needs them?"
I just continued to sit there with my hard nipples jutting out and this
strange feeling between my legs, not knowing what to do as she started to
undress. First, she slipped off her leotard, leaving her in her sports bra and
lycra shorts. As she slipped off her sports bra, she revealed the sweetest
little breasts, round little mounds with perfect little nipples, like cherries
on a scoop of ice cream. She caught me looking and frowned and said, "See I
told you. Not much, are they?"
I stammered out something like, "They're fine. They fit you perfectly.
Besides, you don't know what it's like to carry these things around all day."
"I wish I did," she said. "I wish I could be that big, just for one day."
"What would you do?" I asked.
"I'd spend all day bouncing them and jiggling them and touching them and
squeezing."
I was shocked to say the least at her boldness, and I was even more surprised
when she sort of absent mindedly brushed her hand across her left breast,
lingering at the nipple for a few seconds before she smiled at me and said,
"sorry if I surprised you. I hope I didn't offend you or anything."
"No, no that's fine," I said. "I wish there was someway we could switch
places for one day."
"Well, there is one way we can sort of see what it's like," she said, with a
mischievous smile that made me wonder what she was up to.
"What's that," I asked.
"This," she said, reaching out gently to place her tiny hands under the
heavy weight of my breasts. I almost jumped, partly out of shock and partly
out of that jolt that came with my first touch from a woman. She gave my
breasts a light squeeze and lifted them both, like she was weighing them and
trying them on for size. She must have heard me moan, because she smiled and
said, "Is this OK?"
I mumbled "yes" and she squeezed harder, lifting my huge breasts and pushing
them together to show my deep cleavage. Then she put her thumbs on my nipples
and started squeezing my thick, long nipples as she played with my aching
tits. Her hands were so petite that her thumbs were about as thick as my
nipples and her palms couldn't even cover my huge pancake-sized areola.
The more she squeezed, the more I moaned. After about two minutes, she took
me to another level of pleasure when she placed her sweet little mouth on my
nipples and started sucking like a baby. She drove me nuts as she sucked,
licked and chewed and continue to bounce and jiggle my swollen tits. She
lifted them and dropped them, made them sway side and side and played with
them until I was so wet I had soaked my panties.
Finally she looked me in the eye, and told me, "You are everything I
fantasize about. I love your big tits, your round, full ass and your beautiful
hips. I watch you every day and go home and night and fantasize about
exploring every inch of your beautiful body. I've been with other girls my own
age with bodies like mine, but I've never been with a real woman before, and I
want you so bad."
With that, she kissed me, full and deep, unlike any kiss I had ever
experienced with a man. Her kiss melted my defenses, and I knew I had to
explore life "on the other side." I wanted her too, and I nodded yes when she
asked me to go home with her.
I called my mom in a daze, said I wasn't feeling well and asked her to take
care of the kids tonight. Then I went to her apartment (her name turned out to
be Rebecca, and she is a 20-year-old college student) and I experienced the
most passionate night of lovemaking in my entire life.
She practically worshipped me, head to toe. I was no longer chubby with her
(like my husband calls me). Instead, I was "voluptuous" and "curvaceous," and
everything she wanted. She was so good to me. Even though she's so much
younger, she taught me so many things.
Her body was so perfect and so athletic that I almost ran home when I saw her
naked for the first time. She had a pretty little waist and a cute round butt
to go with her perky little breasts, and she had trimmed her blond pubes
closely and her pussy looked so perfect, like a little flower. Meanwhile, I
had not bothered to trim my dark, hairy bush for about a month and I was
almost too embarrassed to spread my legs for her. But she begged me and
coerced me with kissed, and I came to find that she also has a thing for big,
beautiful women with really hairy bushes. She ran her fingers through the
thick curls and buried her face in it and drove me nuts as she licked every
inch of me. By the time she finally got to my clit, I exploded in her face
after about 10 light licks.
It was the first of countless orgasms that night. She taught me how to finger
her and lick her to orgasm too, and she brought out her collection of toys to
use on me. Our favorite position was when she pulled on a long, thick pink
strap-on dildo about twice the size of my husband's penis and had me sit on
her lap, facing away from her, while we faced a mirror. It was the first time
I actually felt beautiful and desirable in years, and she really got off
playing with my tits from that angle as I bounced up and down on her big
dildo. I think she was living out her fantasy of what it would be like to have
really big, soft, natural breasts like mine.
We've gotten together four times since then and each time is better than the
first. She makes me feel beautiful and sexy and I fulfill her fantasy to be
with a big, beautiful, busty woman. I haven't told my husband, and I don't
plan to. Until he can do what she can do for me, he'll just have to wait.